Buying a PC online often feels like youâ€™re playing the worldâ€™s worst text adventure. Do you want the new Argonomicon 15, or the Mongrolodian F2? Would you sacrifice a half-gig of RAM if it meant getting the F9321A processor instead of the F32321?
Itâ€™s all about specs.
Shouldnâ€™t it be about sex?
I donâ€™t mean sex in the horrible, local newspaper advert â€œSEX! AHAHAH MADE YOU LOOK! BUY A FRIDGE!â€ sense. I mean in the sense of possibility, of excitement, of the sheer joy of doing amazing things that make everyone think youâ€™re amazing too.